After a long day at work, I sat down to a delicious peanut butter and jelly sandwich. I thought about the sandwich the entire commute home from work, which was approximately an hour. My little dachshund Jetta jumped in my lap, distracted me with her adorableness, and then wolfed down my sandwich in five seconds flat.
An innocent plant was murdered in the night. Tater, the only pet large enough to knock it over, gives her statement.
“I’m pretty sure I saw the cat fleeing the scene.”
The cat, meanwhile, is either an excellent actress or was genuinely shocked at the tragic loss of the plant.
Ruckus (yes, that’s his name) got scared over a cat with a cone of shame on our bike ride (and soooo close to home). He instantly cut in front of the bike causing me to screech to a halt and still manage to run into him a bit. In the process, I flipped on my bike and landed on my side. I came out with scrapes and bruises, while he came out with a loss in his pride. But look at that smug face!